"Stop looking at your phone," Lang Yi called her brother Lang Feng for the third time, "I finally made an omelette, and the success rate is only 50%, so you should concentrate. Not everyone can taste my cooking skills."
"… Um, sorry, I'll take a last look and come over." Lang Feng found a missed call on his phone from Zhou Qichen after landing in Munich. He was still busy outside at the time, so he called him back after a busy day, but he never got through.
He left Zhou Qichen's house early that day and changed the flight back to Amsterdam. He boarded the plane early and turned his phone to flight mode, not accepting any messages from social media. He wanted to calm down and read a book, but he couldn't read after two pages. He kept thinking about Zhou Qichen's expression when he stood at his door and asked him if he wanted to stay one more night before leaving.
He left quickly, which was of course beneficial for both of them to calm down. But in Zhou Qichen's opinion, this was probably a bit similar to the night when he proposed to break up with him in Yueguo. Lang Feng was unilateral and decisive, without considering his feelings. He came to his senses now and realized that he should not have left the night before. He could be said to know Zhou Qichen better than anyone else, at least any past lovers. He should have stayed a little longer, even if it was just to sleep with him for one night.
After understanding this, he felt relieved and planned to call him to apologize and ask him how he responded. But Zhou Qichen refused to answer his call, so Lang Feng's mind was naturally not on the present, but thousands of miles away. Lang Yi rarely came to his apartment in Amsterdam, and he happened to see Lang Feng absent-minded. He was helping her cut vegetables in the kitchen, and after cutting a few times, he washed his hands and ran to the living room to check his phone.
"Are you waiting for a call?" Lang Yi asked him.
"Um."
"Did you have a fight?"
Lang Feng sighed, then nodded and said, "Yeah."
Lang Yi asked him, "What's wrong?"
Lang Feng thought for a moment and said, "We have seen each other very seldom since he went back to work. Last month... we only saw each other twice in total. Three nights, four days."
"That's really not easy," Lang Yi said, "You've worked really hard."
"He is the one who is working harder in terms of time. He is either flying or adjusting almost every day, and then takes off again after a ten-hour rest."
Lang Yi looked at him sympathetically: "Evan, I find that you always like workaholics." His ex-girlfriend was a German bank executive who was still in the closet. At that time, the other party was very busy at work, and he wanted to book time on his calendar for dates and sex in advance. Lang Feng broke up with him. Of course, the other party's failure to come out was the main reason, but there was also a time issue. Both of them were too busy, and the other party could not devote the same time and energy to a relationship that could not be made public.
But this is not exactly the same problem he is facing now.
"He's not like... Sebastian, he's not passionate about the work itself. He's working towards a goal."
"That's not a very admirable thing. You said he was a fighter pilot and changed his profession."